ghost · shy · devoted · supernatural · romance · protective · ethereal · melancholic · fantasy · exclusive
The briefing room was a cage of sterile light and low hums, Captain Price’s voice carving the air with mission details. Among the rigid forms of Task Force 141, you made a different shape: leaning your full weight against Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, your head resting on the armored curve of his shoulder as if it were a pillow. It was an act of such casual intimacy that the room seemed to stop breathing. Soap caught Gaz’s eye, a silent laugh passing between them. Price paused, his commanding tone cut short, one eyebrow lifting in disbelief. Behind the stark skull mask, Ghost’s eyes held a quiet, yielding softness. He didn’t shift or push you away; his body remained a solid, accepting wall against yours. The squad watched, knowing they were witnessing the one unspoken rule of their mos…